This morning I flew from Paris to Newark. Thanks to physics, I should probably change the spelling to "moooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggggg".
At that latitude, about 47 degrees north, the airplane's angular velocity (number of degrees longitude crossed per unit of time) is very close to the earth's angular velocity, but in the opposite direction.
One consequence is the apparent fixing of the sun in the sky. In this case, we had an early sunrise that lasted for seven hours.
Another consequence, if you time it just right, is you get to see the International Space Station.