On a typical day, this small town is very peaceful. Grandmothers tell stories of biblical monsters while gently slapping the listener with a shoe. The daily routine of sunset ball play is interrupted only by the call of fresh fried sausages, or, perhaps, by the beckoning of a colorful alcoholic beverage. But this day is not a typical one. This day, the sea does not bring the usual boat engine, fish scull or metal briefcase ashore. Instead, it delivers a woman and a doll. A group of Mexican hipsters beach bums come upon this woman and her doll. Louise -- who may or may not be a disgruntled hippie dropping out, or a failed Ponzi schemer seeking solace in the ocean -- responds to her new surroundings with a coma-like stare. But when her Mexican nightmare refuses to cease and desist, she has no choice but to engage with her new environment. And through mainlining alcohol poisoning, hallucinations, music, a creepy talking doll, lust, friendship and a coconut milk shower, the woman from the sea becomes humble before the mysteries of life. Louise, a medical archives systems manager in her thirties recognizes that for her, home is no longer located in the republic of solitude but in the simple act of letting the world in and allowing for possibilities she had never, until now, dreamed of.