Up until a few weeks before landing, my knowledge of Morocco was limited to two old movies and a cartoon character. From Humphrey Bogart’s Korean-drama style longing for his first love, I assumed Moroccans were passionate people. After watching Our Man in Marrakesh, I was relieved to learn Royal Air Morac airlines have been flying from NYC to Casablanca for 67 years, (I refrained from researching their crash stats.) and from Pepe Le Pew the cartoon skunk who mistakenly wooed a black and white striped cat, I thought I knew what a Kasbah was—I didn’t.