On Sundays everyone likes to pack in real tight on Ipanema Beach. And between all the people talking (and flirting) and the vendors walking by and touting their goods (sandwiches, sodas, agua, cerveza, fruit salad, sunscreen, empanadas, freshly opened coconuts, and several items I haven't figured out yet) it's hardly peaceful on the beach. It's a party on the sand. And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.