It was all a privileged white woman complaining about how expensive it is to renovate the summer home she purchased in Tuscany and how she suffered because there were scorpions in the house that had been sitting dormant for so long and how she would have to stop taking 10 pairs of Italian leather shoes back to the US with her every year. Insufferable. And that was just the first 35 pages. I gave up after that. 

I think this was written at a time when privilege was a thing to flaunt because it was "inspirational." I hated this in the same way I hated Nickel & Dimed and Eat, Pray, Love. If you like books about rich women who travel to find themselves only to learn that the real you has been right there all along inside your heart waiting for you to have wine in Italy before she could be fully realized and then she is forever changed, go for it. Not suggesting travel won't change you. Just suggesting that this story is tired and didn't age well.