Glasgow Prestwick

As the train from Odensk stopped at the airport, I told my children that it was not neccesary for them to take me, as Jan was preparing for a seminar that he had to speak on, in Amerika. So on the due date I was packed off, couldn't find a space on the train for my luggage,so I tried to store it underneath my seat, but when the conductor came he was not happy, and when he realized that I was actually a foreigner, he took my bags and told me to follow him, and he found, after some heavy scouting, as spot to put it. He then told me to make myself comfy in a seat that he found, and I sat pondering the fact that people always told me that the Dane's are not very tourist friendly!
This time there was no fires or broken aircraft, so we landed at Stansted  somewhere during the early evening, but I had to wait till the next morning for my flight, but so did a lot of other people. My flight to Glasgow was also without incident, and after about an hour and a half we landed, but there was no Lizzie to welcome me. I looked around for a while, and as I was at this airport only once, when Anna and self went home, I thought it looked a bit smaller than what I remembered it.
Then I phoned Lizzie, and she said that she is at the airport, and the flight from England did come in, but she never saw me. I told her that it was impossible, as I was standing now at the gate where we came in, but she still couldn't see me.
I then went to the coffee shop across from W.H. Smith, the bookstore, and sat myself down on a high chair looking out on the isle leading passed the bookshop and to the coffee shop. I told her where I was, and in a few minutes she told me that she was standing facing a coffee shop near to the bookstore, but she still could not see me. So I waved furiously, and said that if she couldn't see me now, there must be something big wrong, either I was invisible, or her eyesight was going. She was now frantic, and so was I, and when I heard two people talk and the man said that he didn't realize that there were two Glasgow airports, and their people were at the other one, I phoned Liz, and told her about it. She started laughing uprauriously, and said to find out whether I was at Glasgow Prestwick. I was!
I do not understand the English, or rather the British at all, as this airport was in Ayr, miles and miles away from Glasgow, so why it is called Glasgow Prestwick, only they will know.
But how to get to Glasgow was another good question, and I was getting really anxious now, so Liz phoned her son, and he said there was a train from there to Glasgow, so I made haste to find the station, and sighed deeply when it pulled away to Glasgow train station,where Liz had now gone to. This trip was not very comfortable at all, from the moment I left South Africa, up to when at last I was seated inLizzie's car!