You know that feeling when you are extremely sleep deprived, but need to do work, so you keep going? That is how I felt after arriving in Rome. I had gotten an hour of sleep on the plane, and slept horribly the night before, so I felt like a zombie walking. After a while  we decided to take a break from our small bout of sightseeing, and stop for gelato. As we walked to our destination, the famous Giolitti’s, Drs. Permenter and O’Connor discussed the process of purchasing and ordering gelato. I was pretty confident in my ability to order in Italian, so when I got to the counter I started to order. Midway through my order the man serving me behind the counter asked, “Deutsch?” which made me stop and consider what he meant by that. After about thirty seconds, I realized that I had been speaking German! I had taken five years of German, and due to either sleep deprivation or automatic response, had automatically started speaking it. I then proceeded to start apologizing (again) and got so frustrated with my inability to properly function that I yelled “shiße!” (aka shit) also in German. I eventually gave up and just apologized to the server in English, while he was laughing at me and saying “shiße” multiple times. After the initial embarrassment, I can honestly say I am probably the only American to have spoken German in Italy, and that I probably gave that server an interesting story to tell others.