The Virgin Mary At The Kitchen Table

This morning, there was a Virgin Mary on the kitchen table. I was pretty sure that she wasn't there yesterday. She was in a big glass case so I think I would have noticed.
I'm living with a Costa Rican family. The house is deceptively big and new family members keep appearing. It reminds me of a clown car at the circus, just when you think it's empty, another person pops out. It's not grand luxe and it's not quiet but it's Costa Rica.
'Hay una Virgen a la mesa,' I said to my hostess. There's a Virgin at the table. I hoped she didn't think I was talking about myself.
She explained that the Virgin did a tour of the local houses during Lent. She watched over the families to make sure everything was OK. Tomorrow She would be gone, moving on to the house next door.
Now, I'm no believer, but as I tucked into a pancake and a big bowl of fresh fruit I was pretty sure that She was watching me. I think I even heard Her stomach gurgle.