Sometimes, our destination is handed to us. We’re offered a job in a new city, or a new country. This is how I was called to the Sultanate of Oman. To be honest, I’d never even heard of Oman when I was called there. So, it was a surprise that I ended up staying two years.
I became interested in the Middle East after the 9/11 terrorist attacks. At that time, I am ashamed to say I didn’t know anything about Arab culture or Islam. I started reading profusely and studying Arabic. I wrote a novel in which one of the main characters was an Egyptian man. I’d never known any Egyptians nor had I ever traveled to the Middle East. My interest expanded to international affairs and I started a Master’s program in International Commerce & Policy at George Mason University in September of 2006. Between my two years of study, in the summer of 2007, I went on an Arabic study abroad program to Cairo, Egypt.
After I completed my Master’s degree in May of 2008, I wanted to get a job in international development. I was particularly interested in democracy-building or women’s empowerment in the Middle East. However, I applied for over 250 jobs and came up empty-handed. I would never know if potential employers were put off by my age, which at that time was 52; the fact that my career had been in an unrelated field: 15 years in financial services (I was a stockbroker, and before that a banker – loan officer & credit analyst); or the fact that I’d been a stay-at-home mom for the previous 15 years.
I eventually decided I could get to the Middle East by teaching abroad. I had no qualifications to teach English as a Foreign Language, except for my B.A. in English (literature). So, I spent a year in South Korea (at ages 55-56) teaching under EPIK (English Program in Korea) with the Korean Ministry of Education. I was told they’d hire anyone with a B.A. in any subject. As soon as I put in my year there, and concurrently got the online TEFL certification, I started searching for jobs in the Middle East.
I found an ad placed by University of Nizwa on Dave’s ESL Cafe, the source in which I’ve found all my teaching abroad jobs except the first one in Korea, which I found through the Canadian recruiting company, Teachaway. It was early summer of 2011, after I’d spent my first year teaching abroad in Korea (catbird in korea).

Nizwa souq
On July 5, 2011, after a phone interview with three Omani men on America’s Independence Day, I received an offer letter to teach English as a Second Language at the Foundation Institute of the University of Nizwa in the Sultanate of Oman. During that same week, I also received a job offer to teach at King Saud University in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. The salary offered by the Saudis was about $700/month higher, but after reading about Oman and learning about the pleasant life I could have there, I accepted the offer from the University of Nizwa.
On July 16, I sent the requested documents to the university and the university sent those on to the Ministry of Higher Education for its approval. After more back and forth and more requests for “experience certificates,” I was apparently approved by the Ministry of Higher Education at the end of July. On the morning of August 20, I received my work permit! I really was going to live and work in Nizwa, Oman in mid-September of 2011!
To put on the final touches, on August 22, I received my plane ticket. I had told the Human Resources Department that my nearest airport was Dulles International Airport (IAD) near Washington, D.C. The ticket, however, had me flying out of Dallas/Forth Worth (DFW) in Texas! Dallas/Dulles ~ only two vowels off! Ah, the perils of communication when working and living abroad… 🙂 Two days later, I got the corrected ticket. I would leave from IAD late on Thursday, September 15, arriving in Muscat, Oman late Friday night, September 16. I was told that “someone” would meet me at the airport.

Wadi Bani Khalid

Balad Sayt
The University of Nizwa was established in 2002 by the Decree of His Majesty the Sultan Qaboos as the first non-profit university in the Sultanate of Oman; it remains the only institution of its kind in the nation. On October 16, 2004, the University of Nizwa opened the doors to its inaugural class of 1,200 students, 88% of whom were Omani women. The current campus is located near the base of the famous Jebal al-Akhdhar in Birkat al-Mouz, 20 km NW of Nizwa. The construction of a new campus, located near the new Farq-Hail highway began in March of 2010.
Though the student body comprises native Arabic speakers, the official language of academic instruction is English, making the university a bilingual institution. English language proficiency is achieved in a year-long intensive course as part of the academic General Foundation Program.
The Foundation Program is the University preparatory program for entering students. According to the guidelines established by the Ministry of Higher Education, it offers English Language, Computer Literacy, Mathematics, and General Study Skills.
*Wednesday, August 24, 2011*
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“THE CALL TO PLACE” INVITATION: I invite you to write a post on your own blog about what enticed you to choose a particular destination. If you don’t have a blog, I invite you to write in the comments. If your destination is a place you love and keep returning to, feel free to write about that. If you want to see the original post about the subject, you can check it out here: imaginings: the call to place.
Include the link in the comments below by Wednesday, June 26 at 1:00 p.m. EST. My next “call to place” post is scheduled to post on Thursday, June 27.
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This will be an ongoing invitation, on the fourth Thursday of each month. Feel free to jump in at any time. 🙂
I hope you’ll join in our community. I look forward to reading your posts!
Great photos of this nice place. Some Oriental feeling next Wednesday again with me when we are invited för joint fast breaking here in Berlin hosted by Turkish people. A big city offers some advantages …
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Thanks, Ulli. I spent two years in Oman, so I really was able to immerse myself in the culture. That joint breakfast hosted by Turkish people should be wonderful. Enjoy! 🙂
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How brave you were to set off to a completely different place than you were used to, all on your own, Cathy. I remember finding your blog about Oman not long after we had visited. You had so many beautiful photos and memories.
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They were some of the happiest years of my life, Carol. There I grew to love photography and writing, and I spent wonderful times with good friends, especially my closest friend Mario. 🙂
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Just the very name Nizwa conjures exotic, Cathy! I enjoyed reading about your adventures there. You made it happen with persistence and persevering. Good for you! 🙂 🙂
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It was a wonderful two-year journey in Oman, Jo, one of which I have very fond memories. It was a great growing experience and shaped much of who I am today. 🙂
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I admire your determination to try somewhere different and the efforts you took to get there. In regards to “THE CALL TO PLACE” INVITATION I have written an entry on my blog about how I decided to go to Papua New Guinea (from Belfast, Northern Ireland) in 1988 and how I managed to get a job there. I trust you find it interesting if somewhat longer than the 500 words you suggest in an earlier post.
https://ramblingwombat.wordpress.com/2017/03/06/get-a-job-in-papua-new-guinea-instructions/
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I enjoyed this piece so much, Albert. You had me laughing out loud! I’ll be thrilled to link it to my next call to place post on June 27. What a great story, and so well told. 🙂
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Every time you post, I add another brick to my Cathy monument. It’s already quite substantial, and this post adds a few bricks. What a diverse life you’ve had. How on earth did you get into banking via an English literature degree? There must be a missing link somewhere. I’m awed by the way you invest in your interests, and your daring in heading off to Oman. I’m going to have to read your Oman blog systematically now. The photos are wonderful, and I’m a sucker for desert, although I stayed in-state for my semi-cognate deserts adventure, where I too developed a passion for photography.
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You’re sweet, Meg, to talk about adding a brick to your monument of me! (Ha!) I certainly don’t deserve it; I have had a diverse life but mainly because I’ve never figured out how to focus my life on one prevailing interest. Maybe I have a bit of attention deficit disorder or maybe I’m just so interested in so many things, I can’t choose just one or two! 🙂
Though I had an English major, I taught high school English for one semester after graduating and it was a horrible experience. I had so many behavior problems and wasn’t able to discipline the students, who had no interest in learning English. So four years of college for nothing except the pleasure of reading a lot of good books. During summers while in college, I worked at Cash Control (like a bank) for Busch Gardens in Williamsburg; I felt this inside banking experience would help me get a banking job and help me escape from the only profession I’d prepared for during my 4 years of college! I knew I despised teaching and planned to never do it again. Little did I know where life would take me. By the way, I still hate teaching (young students) and really hope to never do it again. I love it only if the students are real adults and really want to learn!
If you in fact do read any of my Oman blog, you will have a long slow slog ahead! I wrote a lot, quantity vs. quality, so it’s a lot to tackle. I’m hoping eventually to find the best of it and incorporate stories from my time there into my current blog. I’ve even thought of writing a book about my Oman experiences, but we’ll see if that ever comes to fruition. It was an amazing experience, and a very contented time in my life.
Deserts are magnificent places to explore, aren’t they?
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I’m drawn to desert and I loved your Oman posts.
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Me too, Gilly. I loved my time in Oman and felt it was one of the most contented periods in my life. 🙂
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[…] All a little daunting, I was desperate for it to come together seamlessly. Or with a minimum of hiccups. 🙂 Much information on the islands and their history is available on Wikipedia. For me, this is the beginning of a memorable journey. Thanks to Cathy at Wander.essence for the opportunity to share it. Read of the determination that took her to a Call to place: the Sultanate of Oman. […]
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Here it is, Cathy. Hope you like it. Suspect it’ll be the first of many posts. 🙂 🙂
https://restlessjo.me/2019/06/12/a-call-to-place-the-azores/
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Thanks for the link, Jo. I’ve already linked it to my next call to place. I enjoyed it very much and look forward to reading all about your trip! 🙂
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Came over via Joanne’s blog and enjoyed reading about your time in Oman.
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Thanks for dropping by and visiting through Jo, Sami. Do you have a blog?
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Hi there, dropping by yours from Jo’s. Oman will get my attention every time (my heartstrings are moored to it). Your photographs are stunning – a special mention for the lead picture. As for your research that led you to choose Oman over Riyadh, well done you. Oman is after all a liberal oasis of sorts in the Middle East. Do you still live in Oman? Cheers.
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Thanks so much for dropping by! So, have you been to Oman? I lived in Oman for almost two years from September 2011-June 2013. I was teaching English at University of Nizwa. I haven’t been back since, but I left behind some very good friends and I have great memories of my time there. You’re right that Oman is a liberal oasis of sorts in the Middle East. I’m curious about your experiences there. 🙂
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Hiya again, I was born there. In a town called Salalah. I hated the fact that we had to leave it behind for the crowded lanes of Calcutta (India). For the first 8 years of my life, all I had known was the Omani way of life you see. My father returned to Salalah to continue with his work (he is a retired civil engineer) there and witnessed a tragic shootout involving the fierce Jabalis. It helped him make up his mind for once and all that he (and us by extension) would not be making it our long-term home.
I am sure your travels through Oman would have been lovely. I miss it so because my memories are rosy of it too.
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Oh, I’ve been to Salalah. It must have been so different, living in Salalah and then Calcutta. Like night and day, especially with the numbers of people. I’m sure witnessing that shooting would have been very traumatic for your father, so I can’t blame him for not wanting to return. Now, it is quite nice there, so I hope you’ll return one day. 🙂
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Thank you for empathising. It is a number game at the end of the day. That incident certainly left its mark on my father, for how he loved Oman.
I would love to get back and explore it thoroughly. To see what I saw as a child all over again and reckon if it measures up to the nostalgic power of childhood memories or overshoots it.
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Sometimes it’s great to return to beloved spots from your childhood, but other times it’s disappointing. I hope you’ll make it back one day and it will be as you remember. 🙂
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Thank you Cathy! 🙂
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