Besides to think that Dutch was merely German's clog wearing cousin would lead to some serious conversational faux pas. I could only get about three pages in on a flight from Los Angeles to Copenhagen; yet, somehow I was going to learn Dutch by osmosis. It was wishful thinking at best.
I look down at the card reader and the screen reads tot ziens or goodbye. How quaint! Glancing down at my phone and taking one last look at the station before heading out, I head east and say to myself, "Well, here goes nothing."