The last day was not so great. I was sick as a dog from eating something bad and, most importantly, we lost our trusted bow thruster. I had called ahead to Estardil to reserve a space but when we got there, the capitanerie obviously was closed for siesta and only one lonely marinero was on duty who knew nothing of our reservation or how to dock boats. It took 15 minutes of calls on the VHF to wake him and he proceeded to assign us a berth that was too short by several meters. So try again. This time, he gave us a berth without a boat to leeward which puts a premium on getting an aft line to windward on the dock and then a windward mooring/bow line on quickly. Mr. Marinero, though, decided to not tie the windward line aft on at all and then handed us the leeward mooring line, rather than the windward mooring line. It was my fault, of course, to even take the line on board but by now the boat was in danger of hitting the dock and I rushed forward with it. It turned out that it was not forward but under the boat and over the extended thruster! I didn’t realize that, however, until a few crucial seconds into pulling the line up with the anchor winch which the thruster did not appreciate. So when we tried to pull it up later, it made some excruciating noises and seemed stuck halfway down. This was confirmed by an underwater excursion qua GoPro video, which also showed a white streak on the hull where the line had gone. Looked like some of the bottom paint had come off ….. Later that day, however, we managed to pull the blockbuster all the way in so at least we can sail again, if not maneuver in the harbor.