In the end, it was the Peace Corps that saved our asses. I emailed a Peace Corps guy whose blog I follow, he emailed other people, they emailed other people, and over the space of a few days we went from "...Maybe we'll have to go to Mozambique instead?" to "So, which of these towns would we prefer to live in?" It's still really early in the game, but as of this moment, we're sending our information off to be teachers; either both of us will teach German, or Al will teach German and I'll teach English.
I'm out of my mind with excitement, but have to remember to bring myself down to earth because I have a more pressing adventure coming up that I need to actively start booking things for. But it is safe that on the Mongolia front, things are looking good!
If anyone wants to come visit us in a year, we'll be here:
I can't promise running water or electricity, but I bet we can find a yak to be friends with.