Armed with the American dream of 'finding herself', Lizzie sets out on a journey outside the safety of American borders. In Rome, she gets a short-term rent in what Americans think an Italian flat must look like - a 5th floor walk up with no hot water. She eats lotsa pasta, and meets the first of her 'best friends.' There is one in each of the three places she visits. These people, if they are not actually American, at least speak American with ease, using timely modern idioms. Moreover, all of these friends suddenly find time in their obviously not-so-busy lives to show her around town all day, every day, giving her 'clues' to her 'inner balance.' Of course, there is also a string of buff young men who suddenly cancel all their appointments in order to devote full attention to pursuing her. Solving the world's problems isn't difficult, either, as Lizzie meets a Balinese medicine woman, who apart from treating her leg wound, spills her heart and gives grave advice. Wishing to help the single-mum med lady, Lizzie is able to garner $18k in American money (which the Americans obviously think is welcome everywhere), by sending one multi-address email to her friends in the US. In short, this movie is fakey-deep American twaddle, further perpetuating the American ideas of what the rest of the world looks like and means to Americans. Utterly dreadful.