{"id":72497,"date":"2020-06-27T23:15:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T03:15:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=72497"},"modified":"2020-06-27T23:16:20","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T03:16:20","slug":"twa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/twa\/","title":{"rendered":"TWA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The day finally was here!<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m flying to London, then Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam<\/p>\n<p>and then back to Paris.<\/p>\n<p>We were on TWA 747 and my dad upgraded<\/p>\n<p>us to First Class!\u00a0 Yahoo!<\/p>\n<p>So we had soft blankets, and real pillows.<\/p>\n<p>We were lavished with champagne and caviar,<\/p>\n<p>linen napkins, a real menu.<\/p>\n<p>I chose prime ribs that were<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-56848\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hawk-bird-of-prey-evening-sunset-flying-eagle-USA-169x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"169\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hawk-bird-of-prey-evening-sunset-flying-eagle-USA-169x300.jpg 169w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hawk-bird-of-prey-evening-sunset-flying-eagle-USA-577x1024.jpg 577w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/hawk-bird-of-prey-evening-sunset-flying-eagle-USA.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 169px) 100vw, 169px\" \/> served<\/p>\n<p>with au jus sauce and baby carrots.<\/p>\n<p>Then, for dessert:\u00a0 gigantic ice cream sundaes!<\/p>\n<p>It was too good to be true.<\/p>\n<p>But not long after our meal was complete<\/p>\n<p>and in between the beginning of Titanic,<\/p>\n<p>we hit turbulence.\u00a0 Thunder, lightning!<\/p>\n<p>We bounced up and down like bobbing heads<\/p>\n<p>on car dashboards.<\/p>\n<p>People began to scream and cry.<\/p>\n<p>I was laughing because that&#8217;s how always deal<\/p>\n<p>with fear and especially terror.<\/p>\n<p>And then the captain came on the loud speaker<\/p>\n<p>and said, &#8220;Sorry for that, it&#8217;s over for now.\u00a0 Sit back and enjoy<\/p>\n<p>your flight.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And before Titanic sunk, we landed in London.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The day finally was here! I&#8217;m flying to London, then Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam and then back to Paris. We were on TWA 747 and my dad upgraded us to First Class!\u00a0 Yahoo! So we had soft blankets, and real pillows. We were lavished with champagne&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1362,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72497","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72497","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1362"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=72497"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72497\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":72576,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72497\/revisions\/72576"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=72497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=72497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=72497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}