We met a lady named Thea, who runs a humble little inn and restaurant overlooking the turquoise sea. A native of Detroit, she said she grew weary of the American way and moved to Ikaria. Her husband, Elias, an island-born farmer, grows and supplies all the meat, produce and wine for her customers. Farm-to-table craze was here a lot earlier than it was in the states, she proclaims. As for the village parties, Thea likes to say that "we take our time here. The Ikarians don't drink to get drunk. We eat, we drink, we talk." In fact, the locals have a habit of adding a few drops of water to the wine in order to keep a buzz going longer while savoring the moment.