The Mayan ruins at Tikal.
Well, I guess it's time for the obligatory post acknowledging the beginning of a new year and reflecting on the end of another. Before I started writing, I went back and read my New Year's post from last year. It was filled with uncertainty, as I was still in limbo regarding job prospects. As it turned out, I ended up staying in Guatemala, signing a 2-year teaching contract. In that respect, I know that I will be teaching in Guatemala through June 2013, but the job search will begin mid-2012.
The international teaching community gets an early jump in hiring for the upcoming school year. It is a nerve-wracking and incredibly competitive job market, which now requires the creation of elaborate online portfolios, travel to international job fairs (many schools hire at job fairs), and a months-long process of applications and (hopefully) interviews. That's what I have to look forward to in 2012 -- the job search. I'll keep you posted on the search process as it begins mid-year. But let's talk a bit more about 2012.
Guatemala in 2012...let's think about that. I recently visited the elaborate Northern-Guatemala Mayan ruin site of Tikal. Tikal is thought by many to have been the epicenter of the Mayan civilization, a civilization that has come to be associated with a calendar and a story about the end of the world. According to some, the Mayan calendar ends on December 21, 2012 -- is it a sign that the world will end on that day? Or a sign that 2,000 years ago, someone finally got tired of chiseling a calendar that went hundreds of years into the future? While I happen to lean towards the coincidence of the latter, many people have bought into the end-of-the-world in 2012 theory, which ought to make this an interesting year in Guatemala.
The country is predicting a boom in doomsday-related tourism. I, for one, intend to steer clear of Guatemala next December. Although, I think a Mayan themed party may be in order on December 21st.


I'm baa-aack! I've returned to the good ole U.S. of A. for a summer vacation, and I'm happy to be here. Between visiting friends and family and indulging myself in my favorite treats that can't be found abroad (Chick-fil-a!), I have kept pretty busy. But, without fail, I always get this question, "How does it feel to be home?" The truth is...I feel like a visitor. My home is in Guatemala. Maybe it's because I moved a lot as a kid, but I think of my "home" as being where I live. And my house (and the vast majority of my belongings) is in Guatemala. That semantic issue aside, I do have several thoughts on being back in Georgia.