Life is not a straight line, but a squiggle. Alex Dante is not quite living the dream as he tends a bar in Madrid, but he knows life could be worse. The right señorita would be perfect, he thinks, but then falls for the wrong one. Optimistic, or foolish, or both. Aided as well as hindered by his strange friend Nuria Hidalgo, Alex refuses to stop chasing dreams that doggedly elude his pursuit. There must be a way to reclaim them, and the endless roads of Spain provide a few pointers; like life itself, they don't follow straight lines, only squiggles.