The world according to Cary

CEBU, Philippines -  After spending decades working in Beirut and Dubai and further honing his skills in Paris, fashion designer Cary Santiago returned to the country seven years ago. And with no regrets. For him, the Middle East and Europe may provide more financial success, but the Philippines offers creative freedom. "In other places I do what my clients want to wear and not what I want to do," he says. "Here, women wear what I want to create and it is very fulfilling." Following his need for artistic expression, he chose to settle down in Cebu, as well, even if there are more clients and business opportunities in Manila.

This proud Cebuano is never without his favorite design tool, a pencil for sketching silhouettes and scribbling down ideas anytime, anywhere. He sources inspiration from art, art books, and even furniture. He loves to work with fabulous fabrics from Italy, France, the United Arab Emirates, and India, which he frequents to order all his beadwork.

On my last visit to Cebu, I bumped into this master designer, whose fantastical gowns are sought after by society swans because of their luxurious and intricate detailing. I asked him on his thoughts on travel. Here, he shares his many adventures, expedition quirks, and dream destinations.

First trip abroad: At 23, I found myself in Dubai. The couture houses of the UAE are great admirers of Philippine craftsmanship. A particular one was looking for tailors in Cebu, so I helped in their search. They noticed my sketches and requested to see some samples of my work. I must admit they were rather impressed. To my surprise, I was hired immediately. In just seven days, I was onboard an aircraft. I arrived in Dubai on a Friday. They put me up in a condo and advised me to rest. I was about to fall asleep when, all of a sudden, the peal of loud speakers erupted. I couldn't understand a word they were saying. I panicked because I was alone. I looked out the window and saw people coming my way. Then, I realized that my condo was beside a mosque. It was the call to Moslem prayer. It was the first time I experienced it, and it was a complete culture shock for me.

Passport photo: I hate it. I look so harassed! There's a story to it but I'll save you the agony.

Check-in ritual: I immediately inspect the bathroom and study the various amenities. Then, I search for bottled water and smile when it's complimentary. If there are none, I quickly go to the nearest grocery or convenience store. I also stop and thank the Lord for my blessings.

Must-do travel activity: Even if people say how probinsyano it is, I visit all the famous sights on history, culture, and the arts, so I can appreciate and study them even more. And remember I told you how I love food. Well, I'm adventurous enough to sample local dishes. Most of the times, they are pleasant surprises so I have them again, though in different restaurants.

Favorite airline: Singapore Airlines. They are consistently on the lists of the top airline carriers in the world. From the aircraft and seats to the food and entertainment, everything is just superb. They're also known for their gorgeous flight attendants. I'm very visual, you see. Personally, I think the Singapore Girl epitomizes everything that the airline stands for. They have beautiful skin, svelte figures, and are dressed more than just to impress. These qualities are complemented with an eagle eye that is attuned to the needs of passengers and a sweet, genuine smile. Try to beat that.

Favorite hotel: I really prefer places that are pure and simple. It may be surprising that I'm not attracted to opulent or massive hotels that feel like the Grand Central Station. At the end of the day, I just want everything to be relaxing and not at all fussy. I value privacy so I put a premium on serenity.

Favorite opera: Aida by Giuseppe Verdi. The sets are fabulous with replicas of the pyramids and the Nile River. There are live animals like horses, camels, and elephants and, to top it all off, a cast of more than a hundred. It is truly a feast for the eye! Having worked in the Middle East, I can also relate to its story.

Favorite mall or store: I have no favorites, but I love to shop. My size is not normal, so it's difficult to get clothes and other accessories from anywhere and everywhere. But when I find things that are perfect for me, whether they are shirts, jackets, belts, or anything you can think of, I go berserk! It suddenly becomes a one-time, big-time, super shopping spree. I grab the same items in different styles and different colors, because of sheer fear that I won't have this chance again. It's Christmas in an instant! (Laughs)

Favorite restaurant or bar: I have none in particular. I am a lover of home-cooked meals or, shall I say, meals that feel, smell, look, and taste like they were cooked at home. It's not necessarily comfort food. It's more like dishes that have been passed on from generation to generation. Very traditional, unadulterated cooking. I am fond of Mom-and-Pop diners and all the street, hawker-type or carienderia-style food. It's like your mother preparing everything from scratch and that, I think, captures the real taste of food.

Dream event: The Carnival in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Imagine the beat of a thousand drums. I can't wait to see the creativity of the entire production, from the wild costumes to the colorful floats and lights, amid cheers and laughter and the camaraderie of revelers. And, of course, the samba and all those beautiful people with drop-dead gorgeous faces and bodies and graceful movements, all dancing in the streets for days. It's the mother of all fiestas!

Pasalubongs to take abroad: Sto. Niño images of different sizes. Catholic friends appreciate that they come from Cebu, where the original image rests. These are very revered by persons who know and understand the meaning of the Child Jesus. For non-Catholics, I even share the story of the image-how it reached Cebu, who brought it there, why he's a dark child, where he's venerated, the devotion behind it, and the many miracles attributed to the patron saint of Cebu.

Pasalubongs to bring home: Nothing in particular. I bring back whatever catches my eyes from various destinations. I purchase several art publications, and some I give away to specific friends who enjoy these books. At times, after reading, I share it with others and encourage them to likewise pass it on.

Worst souvenir: It wasn't a souvenir but a pabilin, which I have never forgotten because of a most valuable lesson. As a favor, I had to buy two pairs of knee-high boots for someone. Upon checking in at Munich Airport, they found the weight of my baggage in excess. They told me there was no other remedy but to pay. I don't remember the exact amount today, but I recall it was staggering. So I had to empty my suitcase to remove some items-a scene often repeated in airports with balikbayans, OFWs, and returning tourists. It was easiest to take out those knee-high boots, and the scale reflected the acceptable kilos. Just as I solved this problem, the last call for boarding was announced. I found myself with no extra bag or plastic bag to carry the footwear in. Imagine me running to the gate carrying two pairs of heavy shoes in my arms. And these were not mine! Lesson learned: Always bring an extra bag of any make-plastic, paper, pouch-that can carry things in. Better still, no pabilins that are monstrous in size and weight!

Return ritual: I drop my maletas and lie down in bed with the cobre cama still on and play with my dog Faris. Everything else can wait!

Country to explore: India is a vast country, where its north is strikingly different from its south. It's a tourist's dream. Every place leads to a new discovery. Each city, from Jaipur to Kerala, Mumbai to Hyderabad, has their particular gems to offer in terms of history, culture, arts, or modern attractions. They really are different worlds in just one country. As their travel and tourism battle cry goes, Incredible India!

Best part of travel: I understand the world better from my first-hand experiences of the other countries. I am also always excited about every new thing. I want to know what makes a nation and its people tick. I love to learn from others and possibly adopt these things I pick up back at home. Travel is, without a doubt, the best teacher.

The worst: Whenever I'm on a plane, I get this cooped-up feeling-not necessarily claustrophobia-so I still have to learn the art and joy of flying.My biggest travel turn off though is jet lag.