Day 8 - Roatán, Honduras Mom and I went to breakfast just the two of us at this little restaurant on the main road that is home to two cats and I don't even know how many parrots; there were at least four hanging out in the rafters that we could see. So we were sitting at a table for four and one of the birds helped himself to the extra seat with his little cup of orange juice. I kept tearing off little pieces of toast for him but apparently that wasn't good enough, because before too long he walked