Do you ever get that itch, that feeling that you just need to get in the car and drive? I do. No matter if you call it the ya-yas, cabin fever, spring fever, hay fever, or Bieber fever, sometimes it just feels so right to put some distance between yourself and the normal day-to-day goings on of your life. So last Saturday I took myself to Plymouth (yup, that Plymouth—the one with the rock and the pilgrims). It's a short hour drive from Boston, and a welcome change of scenery. There's ocean, some historical plaques, lots of tourist shops (quiet still at this time of year), and at least a handful of quaint book shops and bakeries. I walked around for a couple hours, taking in the sights, snapping photos, thinking about everything and absolutely nothing. It was a nearly perfect day trip. And just the sort of reset I was looking for. $1 45's at the Plymouth Candy Store That's Plymouth Rock. It's as small as it looks. The Mayflower II Lots of big bol...