Does a love for travel and a love for maps go together hand in hand?

I could waste so much time looking at maps - political maps, geographical maps, even fictional maps. Something about them fascinates me. It’s kind of surprising, because I remember finding Geography Class so boring in high school. Maybe it means more to me now that I actually have money to travel?

Last December, I bought Steven a map of the world for his birthday. We finally got around to getting a frame made for it last month, and hanging it in our office this morning. I have been really excited to put my little “travel pins” on the map. Based on the image below though, I think I may have exhausted Italy! Any suggestions for my next trip?