To Catch a Thief in Casablanca

We arrived in Morocco a bit tired, yet curious and excited to experience everything the country had to offer. I greeted the group with the pronouncement that our adventure had now officially begun. Of course, I had no idea how ominous my words would be… Well, let me back up for just a moment… I am a travel coordinator for a firm based out of Sofia. As someone who travels a lot with large groups, I am always a bit antsy before a trip. I tend to sit and fret about all the things that could go wrong, and plan for them in the event they do. On this particular journey, I was in charge of a group set to quench their thirst for wanderlust by journeying through Tangier, Casablanca, Marrakesh, Fes, and Rabat. the trip, I approached it with a degree of trepidation. You see, I was responsible for not only myself, but about fifty bright and sunny professionals who expected to be shown a good time. A hundred eyes would be locked in on me in anticipation of a memorable experience, consisting of equal parts safety, organization, and adventure. The stakes, as they say, were high. Such were