We shopped in the outdoor 2/3 mall one last time and enjoyed some more Starbucks before we left. We made our way back to the airport, and I finally got to push the smiley face at Immigration.
Once in the airport, we hiked from one end to the other hunting for another Starbucks. We finally asked people where it was and showed them the Starbucks map we had acquired earlier in the week. The first person told us where they thought it was. We followed that path and after a good hike we found nothing. We asked a second person, who told us there isn't one in this terminal. We sighed, claimed another coffee shop as a consolation prize, then made our way back. One short and uneventful flight later, we were home.
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