Jagarillo, among the very many Nepali vocabulary words we’ve learned, means, “hard-working.” This certainly applies to anyone who makes momos; steaming trays of them line the small streets and alleyways docked with corner kitchens in Patan. Krishna Dai, Suriya Dai, Aditya Ji, Sharon Ji, and Vincent Ji put in lots of work preparing dough for us to shape into big, small, round, and other oddly shaped momos then steaming them during Holi.
Jagarillo can also be used to describe the women who come out to sell seeds in Patan Durbar Square, along with the pigeons that eat the seeds. Swarms of the birds congregate in the square every morning to the delight of the tourist and locals alike who feed them. As the birds jump into hands and scramble at the scattered seeds on the ground, singing, chanting, beats, and rhythms echo from the surrounding temples, surrounded by many coming for morning puja.
Leaving behind our now comfortable, “calm” home of Patan, I doubt other places can offer up as many of these niches, sights, and sounds; however, I can’t wait to get on the move and discover them. Four weeks in Patan passed like a blur; the travel days ahead will likely blink by even more quickly, with constants new sights on trek and as we traverse Nepal. Already we have been graced by the sublime Boudha Stupa upon our exit from Patan, and much more awaits outside of the Kathmandu Valley.