Well we go the boat down to the boat yard. We were both pretty nervous the night before since we have been having such a hard time getting it out of the slip and it has been really windy and they were predicting rain. All I could think was of course it's going to rain, the 5 days a year it rains here and it has to be when we have to bring the boat down and when we moved earlier this month. Anyways…I don't know why Paul was thinking he could do it himself he definitely could not have. We woke up early, thanks to our little boy, and I didn't hear the wind so I was like we gotta get up and go now before it starts. I woke Paul up and we were out the door by 645am. There was light wind but nothing like it had been so we figured we would be ok getting it out. We had parked one of our cars at the marina the night before so we could have it to drive back up, we just couldn't forget the car seat. As Paul was taking off the dock lines our neighbor, who is a really nice older gent, offered to help, he has before and probably figured we still needed it. Without me knowing they decided that Paul was going to back the boat out of the slip. I don't know why since the wind was always the problem and it wasn't windy. So as we were leaving the dock I am like what are you doing and he is like oh we're going to back it out well of course it didn't work and we basically got stuck because the width of the aisle between docks is about 36 feet, the exact length of our boat. Paul didn't know exactly what he was doing and I didn't know the plan. Well our neighbor ended up turning us and we did make it out ok. Paul was really worried about hitting in the front and I was all worried about hitting the boat behind us so I was running back and forth. Again we didn't hit anything but dock and I didn't even look to see if it left a mark. Once we got out it was a piece of cake but we, of course, forgot the car seat. It was 7 easy miles down inside of the breakwall. We motored since there wasn't hardly any wind. Paul wanted to put up the jib (front smaller sail) but I just wanted to get there and get off easy so we didn't. It was kind of exciting, since we had never sailed into that 'port' before, getting to see it from a different point of view. We talked about what it will be like when we are coming into port in different countries and how exciting it will be. When we got there there was no dock room for us. I got all irritated because they told us to bring it down and now there was no where for us to go. We did a figure 8 outside their docks and when one opened we yelled across the water and they said another boat was going there. I told Paul to call the office. They told us to come any time between 630 and 930am it was 830. He wouldn't call, he kept thinking they were just going to be like, 'oh Paul, you're here, thank god, we've been waiting'. Obviously they didn't and we end up doing like 10 figure 8s before a spot opened and we were able to get someone to say we could dock there. Paul makes a pass then another I am like wtf are you waiting for and he tells me not to rush it he wants to get it right. Ok fine so the third time he goes for it and it's bad. We have to put it in reverse and start all over. Granted all these boat people are watching us, not blatantly but they are. So we try again and this time I am able to jump off the boat onto the dock but the current is dragging the boat toward the boat next to us and I'm not strong enough to hold it. I am yelling at Paul, "I can't hold it!" Paul is yelling at me to cleat it off and it takes a few yells before I actually get it and do what he says. By then he has run to the front and jumps off so he can take over. I hear Oliver yelling mama from the cockpit where he is…alone. Yep. So Paul tells me to get back on the boat and it's not that easy. The bowsprit on our boat (the front pointy part) angles outward so not only do I have to jump up but around the lines and they are flimsy and there isn't much to grab on to. Of course I do not want to fall in the water and I do not want my baby being alone for one more second. The second try I get up and run back to the cockpit. Fine. I am on the boat but now what, we still only have the front tied to the dock and the back is moving away from the dock with the current. Looking back I should've kicked it in reverse and it would've swung around and lined up but I didn't think of that so I am trying to throw Paul the line which is too short and keeps landing in the water. Paul eventually kept pulling the front line up the dock by the cleats and the boat eventually swung back just enough for me to throw him the line. Well we did it but we look like idiots. Thank goodness their docks are super wide for boats much nicer and larger than ours or we definitely would've hit that boat. I decided that since he had to talk to these people about all the things that needed to be fixed I would go and get the car and drive back with the car seat. As I am walking up a guy stops me and asks if we are cruisers. It takes me a second to realize he is asking if we live on our boat and have been sailing extensively. He can obviously see that look and said, "I see the back of the boat says UK". I am thinking obviously you did not see us dock the boat or you would not be asking that. I tell him no we bought the boat from a British guy but we plan on sailing away in the fall. As I am walking away I am like oh and I probably look like a cruiser all un-showered and basically look like crap in dirty clothes. I hadn't even left and Paul is texting me that 4 out of 6 batteries are bad and need to be replaced and the only reason the other 2 are good is because we just replaced them a month ago. Well that does explain why they weren't charging but I was hoping it was a cheap fix, a wire or something. These batteries are like $200 a piece not to mention what we just paid this guy to tell us something we should've been able to figure out on our own. On the way home Paul said maybe we should keep track of all the money we put into the boat. I was like no way that will make me hate this boat, I would rather not know. I am hoping once we leave some sort of amnesia will wash over me and I will just be happy about the boat and sailing all together.
