The next day we took some time before getting out the door as some of us needed to catch up on sleep and were slow to get up. My dad, an early riser, took the opportunity to explore our neighbourhood a little more by foot. I asked him to look for Hoffmann's, which I understood was close by. We looked up the walking directions on Google, and somehow this ended up confusing my dad who took about 1/2 hour to find the bakery which was just around the corner from our apartment building. He found it amusing at least. Anyway, the croissants were delicious and much appreciated (thanks for the recommendation Gigi's mum).
We left the apartment around 11am and took public transit to the Miro museum in Parc de Montjuic. The line-up wasn't too long thankfully. I enjoyed the museum, though not as leisurely as I would like with a toddler to watch over! My son enjoyed the ramps, elevators, and larger sculptures, so as long as there are enough adults to take turns watching a toddler in a museum, it's not too bad.
We had a quick lunch at the cafe downstairs and since it was getting late in the afternoon, we decided to walk towards the Transbordador Aeri del Port to take the cable car across the harbour to Barceloneta beach. There was a pretty long wait involved and we found it pricey to get across, but it was fun.
From there we spent some time at the beach, made more fun because my son really enjoyed it, picked up some tasty bread and pastries at Baluard bakery (while my son got a few moments to play in the nearby playground – I love these neighbourhood playgrounds that we happen across), and had a delicious dinner at Puda Can Manel. I went for the paella, which I've had a few times outside of Spain but never really enjoyed that much, just to see if it would be different here, and indeed, I really liked the paella! This satisfied me on a number of levels, as I have always liked the concept of paella but just hadn't come across the right execution of the concept until now. Oh, this is what it should taste like!