From Cow Patties to Marble Palaces

I was sleeping near the cows in Orchha. 

Then, in Chanderi, I was eating chapatis cooked in dung. 

In Agra, I held the Taj Mahal in my hands.

Now I'm in Jaipur in a room fit, if not for a Maharani, then at least for a favoured concubine.  This has been a stop of riding elephants into ancient forts and watching peacocks flying wild. Our guides have been spectacular.

How can I possibly return to boring real life where there are no goats, pigs, monkeys or cows in the streets?

I have told a couple of our guides that there are no cows or goats roaming the streets in Canadian cities, and that some Canadians have never seen a cow. They were utterly shocked and I'm not entirely sure they believed me.